By Tikum Mbah Azonga
How honoured I am
And I choose my words advisedly
To stand here and now in this concentric circle
In the thick of the night
And behold the Almighty’s unassailable macrocosm
Garnished with the starry sky and the exotic firmament
And the boot, the hanging Milky Way
Ever so near, yet so far.
Each time I count the stars
I get lost in the maze, the labyrinth
The say I to myself
My Lord and my God!